Eat your eggs

You both sit in silence in the living room, eating your food. She seems to be reading over one of her textbooks on chemistry. You're just staring at her, how she moves, how she eats, how she reads... You can't place your finger on it, but she's growing on you. She notices that you've been eyeing her.

"How are the eggs?" she asks. You reply that they're good and leave it at that. In reality they need a bit of salt, or spice, or something, cause they are rather bland, but you'd rather not complain. She smiles. "I'm glad."

There's a bit of an awkward silence. "So... I forgot to ask before. How have you been doing? It hasn't been easy living recently..." she says, trying to break the ice. You tell her about how you have been bunkering down in your apartment for the past month. "Really? I didn't hear a peep. Landlord must've put thick sound-proofing in the walls. That's one thing that guy ever did right really. It's a little mean spirited, but... I'm glad he's not around, he was an asshole." You chuckle and agree. "Well anyway, I don't actualy stay here much anymore, I just come here from the college every couple days to take a bath and make sure no-one has taken my stuff." You ask her what she does in the college.

"Oh well, I'm not supposed to talk about it, but what the heck, it won't hurt anyone. I'm working with my professor on a couple of projects that should help people around here. So far its been tough." She pauses. "Hey, maybe you want to come with me and help? We could use a little manual labour at the college."